That whole line of questioning catches Steve off guard. Maybe it shouldn't. He'd been wondering just how bad this place would be to him, after all, and Bucky's been a pleasant surprise so far.

"I would really rather not lick your shoes if it's all the same to you." Steve throws an unimpressed look at him.

"I don't do drugs. I don't have any weird agendas to push on you. I'm not planning to touch any of you personal belongings. I don't particularly like violence, but that doesn't mean I'm going to let anyone push me around about it. I just want to get through my time here and leave."

A pause.

"Sometimes I talk in my sleep. That's your catch."

Nightmares, actually, but he hasn't woken up yelling in a while.